All Chapters of HIS BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET {MxM}: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Adrian's POV The weeks following the holidays seemed to move in a warm, blissful blur. Our home felt lighter, fuller, and steadier. The tree was packed away, the decorations stored neatly in boxes, but the glow of those moments lingered. Luca returned to school with stories to tell his friends, and every evening, Noah and I listened as he recounted his day with more excitement than either of us could keep up with. While our family life thrived, my work outside our home began to grow in ways I hadn’t expected. The nonprofit I’d started years ago, back when it was just a dream scratched out on the back of napkins and late-night brainstorming sessions, was blossoming. Our mission was simple yet deeply personal to me, offering support, resources, and opportunities to kids who came from difficult backgrounds. Kids like Luca, who just needed someone to believe in them, someone to stand in their corner. We’d begun with small projects: after-school programs, mentorship initiatives, ho

Adrian's POV The weeks after Luca’s award ceremony felt like the first breath after holding it in for too long. Life began to settle into something soft and steady, like the slow rhythm of a favorite song. Our mornings were filled with laughter and the comforting predictability of routine. Luca woke up earlier than both Noah and me, always eager to beat the sun. He’d tiptoe into our room, crawling between us with a mischievous giggle, his small hands patting my face until I opened my eyes. Noah would groan and pull the blanket over his head while I scooped Luca into my arms, inhaling the warm scent of sleep in his hair. Breakfasts were a happy chaos of clinking plates and syrupy fingers. Noah still insisted on making pancakes shaped like animals. Luca’s favorites were the dinosaurs, and he always demanded extra syrup rivers for them to swim in. We would sit at the table, talking about the day ahead, listening to Luca chatter about his latest school project or the new friend he’

Adrian's POV The rhythm of our days had settled into something that felt natural, almost effortless, like a song we had been humming our entire lives without realizing it. Mornings were always my favorite, quiet moments filled with warmth before the world fully woke up. I would roll over in bed to find Noah’s arm draped across my waist, his breathing steady and deep, and for a brief second, I would just lie there and listen, absorbing the certainty that this was real, that this was ours. Luca had grown into his own routines, too, his laughter echoing through the house in ways that stitched together every crack in my soul I didn’t even know existed before he came into our lives. We had become a family without realizing exactly when it happened. There wasn’t one single moment that defined it; rather, it was a thousand small ones, the way Luca reached for our hands as we crossed the street, the way Noah kissed my temple when I was cooking, the way the three of us crowded together on t

Adrian's POV The weeks after Noah’s health scare were filled with a new kind of gratitude, a quiet awareness of how fragile life was and how blessed we were to have one another. Every morning when I woke up beside him, I reached for his hand, feeling the pulse beneath his skin, a steady reminder that he was here, that he was mine. Our home had become more than just a house; it was a sanctuary where love lived and grew stronger with each passing day. As Noah’s strength returned, our days fell back into a gentle rhythm, but something within both of us had shifted. The scare had forced us to reevaluate what truly mattered, to hold on tighter to the things that gave our lives meaning. For us, that wasn’t just each other and Luca, but the promise we had made long ago to use our story, our experiences, and even our pain to help others who felt lost in the darkness we once knew so well. My nonprofit had been thriving since it first took root, and Noah was deeply involved now too. Togethe

Adrian's POV The morning sun streamed through the bedroom curtains, painting our walls in soft gold. I woke slowly, stretching beneath the covers, feeling the familiar weight of contentment settle over me. Beside me, Noah was still asleep, his breathing even and peaceful, his hand resting lightly against my chest. I lay still for a moment, soaking in the quiet of our home. It was the kind of silence that came from love and security, from knowing that no matter what waited outside those walls, in here, we were safe. Down the hall, I heard Luca humming to himself as he got ready for school. That simple sound brought a smile to my face. He had grown so much since the day he first came into our lives, his confidence blossoming in ways that still amazed me. It felt like yesterday we were sitting in that agency office, nervous and hopeful, waiting to meet him for the first time. Now, he was our son in every way that mattered. We had celebrated the news of adopting again with him last ni